| I will sing to lovely Aphrodite, revered goddess | |
| crowned in gold, who protects the citadels of Cyprus, | |
| island where the misty gales of Zephyros | |
| cradled her in soft foam over the waves | |
| of the roaring sea. The Horai, wearing gold tiaras, | |
| gladly welcomed her, dressed her in divine robes, | |
| placed on her immortal head a finely crafted crown | |
| of lovely gold, set blossoms of mountain-copper | |
| and costly gold in her pierced ears, | |
| and adorned her soft throat and silvery breast | 10 |
| with gold necklaces like those that grace | |
| the Horai wearing gold tiaras when they fly | |
| to the gods’ dance and their father’s house. | |
| When they had fully adorned her body, | |
| they led her to the gods, who welcomed the sight | |
| and offered her their hands. Each god prayed | |
| to take her home as his wedded wife, so amazed | |
| were they at the beauty of violet-crowned Cytheria. | |
| Farewell, sweet gentle Goddess with dancing eyes: | |
| grant me victory in this contest, ready my song— | 20 |
| but I will remember you and the rest of the song. | |